‘I know, but I thought you might have work to do.’ She moved into the kitchen area and filled the kettle.

Harry was at her side. ‘Here, let me do that; you go and sit down.’ He took the kettle from her and set about preparing the tea. ‘I’ve checked in with Dominic and Owen. All is well, and it’s times like this when a smartphone is actually the best invention. I can do all the things I need to sitting right here.’

‘Thank you for staying; I appreciate that.’

‘I’ve arranged for someone to bring over some breakfast.’ He checked his watch. ‘In fact, your timing is impeccable, as I told them ten-thirty.’

‘You didn’t have to,’ she protested half-heartedly.

‘I wanted to,’ countered Harry. ‘Someone is also coming over to change the locks. I know you’re technically leaving this lodge today but, seeing as that’s not until later, I wanted you to feel safe.’

‘You’re really thoughtful, aren’t you?’ said Steph, taking the cup of tea he passed over to her.

‘I try to be. Now, once you’ve drunk that, can you double-check that everything is here?’

Steph looked round the room. ‘I’m sure nothing has been taken,’ she said. ‘I think I probably disturbed whoever it was before they had time to grab anything.’

‘How’s your head? I still think someone should look at it.’

Steph touched the side of her head. ‘It’s OK. There was quite a big lump last night, but it’s gone down now.’

‘If you feel dizzy or sick, you must let me know. I’ll take you straight to the hospital.’

‘Thank you but I’m sure I’m OK.’ She drank her tea, touched by his concern. It had been a long time since anyone had looked after her. Her ex-husband, Zac, had been attentive once upon a time, but that ship had sailed long ago. In fact, Steph always saw it as the first indicator that her marriage had been on the rocks. She tossed the unhappy thoughts from her mind. ‘Do you want to see the pictures now you’re here?’

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. Harry got up and went to open it. Steph could hear him speaking to the maintenance man who had come to change the locks.

‘That was quick,’ she commented, once he had carried out the task.

Harry handed her a new key. ‘Hold on to that for now. I’ve got two spares, which I’ll take over to Reception in a minute.’

She took the key and placed it in her bag. ‘Does your maintenance department have a skeleton key for the lodge?’

‘I should imagine so,’ said Harry. ‘What are you thinking? That someone has got hold of the master key?’

Steph shrugged. ‘I don’t know what I’m thinking really, but it’s a possibility.’